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Ileana Grigore {Vasilissa} (vasilissa) wrote in bellumlogs,

Ileana didn't do much more than nod her head in response as she forced herself to sit up straight. Blinking tired, aching eyes at the very familiar room, Ileana wondered why this place felt so familiar when she had never been in any man's home before, of course. Her father would be so upset to know she went off like this.

Perhaps he could help her more than the witch could? She wondered how bad her neck looked now. For a moment, Ileana was herself and let out a curse suited less of a poor farm daughter, "Motherfucking vampire."

Flopping back a little, she shut her eyes again to try to focus on the pain to keep herself awake. She could hear Cole move around and approach her again. Her voice sounded closer to Ileana than the hesitating lilt of Vasilissa, "I'm awake still. Just resting my eyes."